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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 9, 2010 3:04:25 GMT -8
Jones' eyes narrowed at that. "I'm just curious as to what you had to do to get hired at a place like this is all."
"I... what?" Misto rocked back on his heels.
"After all, your hardly worthy as an employee on your own, so I'm curious as to what you did that might have convinced them here that you might be employable. Or, for that matter, what you do here."
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 9, 2010 3:11:38 GMT -8
As tactically advisable as it may have been, Franz was never good at sitting back and watching his comrades get shot to pieces. If he could just pry the two apart, get them moving, maybe he could avoid blood on the walls. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. He wasn't able to put himself infront of Misto, shielding the younger cat like he wanted to, but he could nudge into both of their spaces, calling on his best military presence and the height he had on both cats to loom impressively. "Sir, if I might interrupt you are on an important schedule." Hopefully. Throwing a cookie to the cat's vanity couldn't hurt.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 9, 2010 3:16:15 GMT -8
Jones turned his attention to his employee for the first time since he reappeared, smoothing his headfur down in perhaps too obvious attempt to calm himself from his anger at his nephew. "Of course," he said, voice losing the bitter edge it had been carrying.
Misto's eyes snapped over to the other, though he was still rigid and his tail was still tightly wrapped around his leg, his ears flickering though not yet flat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 9, 2010 12:29:51 GMT -8
Coricopat paused at the top of the main staircase, surveying the scene before him. He frowned, but cleared his expression as he descended, his shoes clicking on the hard floor. "Mr. Jones. I believe you were kindly asked to leave. I would be very surprised if it took you this long to descend the stairs and fetch your employee."
His grey gaze flickered to the tall cat who he didn't recognize. Something rubbed him wrong about him, but it was unfounded so he pushed it aside, glancing at Mistoffelees again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 9, 2010 12:42:52 GMT -8
Jones narrowed his eyes at the mottled tom, drawing himself up just a little bit more and puffing out his chest. "I was simply stopping to say hello to my nephew," he said, voice dripping arrogance.
Misto's head turned to glance over at Coricopat, his ears laying flat at the tone in Jones' voice. If possible, his tail might have tightened around his leg. His eyes flickered between the other three toms, finally settling on looking at the ground.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 9, 2010 12:44:51 GMT -8
"And now you have. I do hope for your sake that you do not continue to delay. It would not reflect well upon your social standing to have yourself and your employee thrown out of one of the best hotels in the city." Coricopat glanced toward Mistoffelees, careful not to frown at the reaction.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 9, 2010 13:06:50 GMT -8
Jones drew himself up even further, reaching his full height of 5'7''. Though, he might have been standing on his toes a little at that point too. He opened his mouth, sputtered for a moment, and then motioning to Franz, turned to storm out of the place.
Misto glanced up at Coricopat again, before returning his gaze to the floor. Great. Just great. He felt strangely miserable that the other had walked in on a scene like that, and oh good god, he couldn't believe Jones had confronted him in public like that and he had reacted the way he had.
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 10, 2010 8:07:24 GMT -8
Franz' tail was flicking with enough agitation to qualify as a mini seizure by the time Jones started to storm off. Old instincts were making the space between his shoulders itch and his hair stand on end, there was serious animosity flying around, serious grudges and he didn't know a thing about what was going on. It more than annoyed him, it kicked his instincts to fight or fly out as quickly as he could right in the teeth. Franz took a long moment to hold the gaze of the cat tossing them out, making it clear that the only reason he was moving anywhere was because his employer was beating a retreat. Part was the necessity of acting the tough guy as part of any bodyguard gig, most was natural dislike of being forced anywhere.
He laid a gentle paw on Misto's shoulder and squeezed once, whispering "Later, ducky" before taking off after Jones. His stride was quick, but clipped and pointedly military, the sort that made his shoes ring against the expensive tile in protest.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 10, 2010 10:31:23 GMT -8
Coricopat's eyes narrowed dangerously at Franz's contact with Misto, curbing the soft growl that started to rise in his throat. He calmed himself down. What the hell was going on with him?
Turning to Mistoffelees he arched an eyebrow, but didn't say anything more.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 10, 2010 10:38:33 GMT -8
Misto glanced up at the touch, offering Franz a weak smile, his ears coming up off his skull enough to flicker slightly. "Alright," he said softly. "Take care." As Franz left, and his uncle stormed off, he took another deep breath and after another couple moments turned to Coricopat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 10, 2010 10:43:13 GMT -8
The lawyer looked around the lobby, arching an eyebrow in Martin's direction, he always forgot the other cat's positioning--really it was optimum. He turned back to Mistoffelees. "You'll be in again later, I assume?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 10, 2010 10:50:34 GMT -8
Martin put on his best cold smile when Coricopat glanced in his direction. He just had to figure out what to do with all he had heard was all. Between the Pinkerton and the small black tom, he figured he would have some side projects to keep him busy during the long boring hours this job sometimes had. Well, them and the Wheeler girl...
Misto swallowed, looking away and rubbing a paw over his face. "Of course, I have work, just not for another couple of hours." His ears flickered, trying to return to their normal position.
Macavity came around the top of the staircase, glancing around. Spotting Coricopat, he started to descend. "That fat bastard gone yet?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 10, 2010 10:52:27 GMT -8
Cori smirked as he turned to greet Macavity. "He left rather quickly when it came to his attention how bad his social reputation would be harmed by being thrown out."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 10, 2010 10:54:49 GMT -8
"Oh good. Why the hell did I agree ta a meetin' with him again?"
Misto glanced, a little surprised at the red--wait, seriously, red?--tabby but remained basically where he was standing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 10, 2010 11:02:28 GMT -8
"Because you had a moment of 'I have to get him to shut up about this' and decided it would be a good idea."
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